when we're caught on a record that's broken 
and i'm drawing on your freckled shoulders 
connecting the dots 
one by one 
in my memory 
your neck smells like 
the songs we used to listen to 
a reminder of everything i'd missed of you 
i'm frozen in thoughts 
two years ago 
it's way too easy to forget anything bad 
and i'm way too foolish 
to have ever had 
you 
at all 
you are 
but only a memory 
i was just drawing on your freckled shoulders 
connecting the dots one by one 
in my memory